After Mu Ziqian left, Mu Zhao went to Zui Chun Tower.
When I arrived at Zuichun Tower, I saw Meng Feifan with eyes full of resentment.
Mu Zhao hadn't remembered what he had asked him to talk about later last night, so he teased him, "What's going on? What grievances have you suffered?"
Meng Feifan hummed, "Last night you said you would wait for me to come back to talk about how to make money."
"Oh~" Mu Zhao finally remembered what she had forgotten yesterday. She smiled and said: "I was too tired last night, so I went back to sleep. It's not too late to talk now, right?"
She took out the rice paper from her sleeve and said, "Look at this."
Meng Feifan took it with gleaming eyes, "Is this the business history of your Zhao family?"
"It's my magic weapon."
Meng Feifan hurriedly opened it and was a little confused when he saw the colorful patterns on the first one, "What is this? Why are there so many?"
"It's called playing cards. There are fifty-four cards in total. It can be played in many ways."
Mu Zhao also looked at the picture. The playing cards were similar to those in the 21st century, but she changed the Arabic numerals into Chinese characters one, two, three, jqk, and changed them to eleven, twelve, and thirteen.
She randomly drew patterns of eleven, twelve, thirteen and the big and small kings.
Meng Feifan was a little confused, "Poker cards? There are fifty-four more. Isn't it too complicated?"
Mu Zhao shook his head, "It's not complicated. I could play it when I was five or six years old, but my hands were small at the time and I couldn't catch it all."
Meng Feifan didn't believe it.
Mu Zhao said: "First find someone to make this playing card. I have written down the size next to it. The paper should be harder. It is best to seal it with wax or something to make it more wear-resistant.
This way we can also save some costs.”
Mu Zhao secretly sighed in his heart, if she could learn chemistry well, maybe she could make thin films?
Then she shook her head again. It was impossible. Making the film seemed to require high temperatures.
So let’s use the technique here to seal it a little first.
Seeing that Mu Zhao insisted on doing this, Meng Feifan did not refute, but he was really excited in his heart.
He tentatively said, "Brother Zhao, you said you knew how to play when you were five or six years old, but we at Qiantang Gate don't have such a thing."
"Yes..." Mu Zhao didn't want to tell him about the twenty-first century, nor did he want to lie to anyone, so he simply made a joke, "Are you questioning Brother Zhao and me?"
Meng Feifan thought of this man's feats in the past two days and said with a smile: "I know Brother Zhao's ability."
"Then don't ask so many questions, just follow me and I'll make sure you get the money you want."
"Then it's all thanks to Brother Zhao."
"That's easy to talk about." Mu Zhao said, "Let's go to Yugang House together and I'll teach you a simple and convenient way to settle accounts."
Meng Feifan was even happier, "Thank you, Brother Zhao."
In the next few days, Mu Zhao mainly taught Meng Feifan about accounting.
Until this day, the playing cards are ready.
Meng Feifan took the stack of playing cards and went to the top floor of the gambling house to find Mu Zhao, "Brother Zhao, the playing cards are ready."
"Let me take a look." Mu Zhao took the playing cards and looked at them one by one.
It was made of slightly thicker envelope paper, and each one was sealed with wax, making it a bit slippery. Looking at the playing cards, she suddenly felt like she was back in the 21st century.
After she finished reading, she suddenly came back to her senses and looked up at Meng Feifan.
Meng Feifan looked into her eyes and asked, "Brother Zhao, are you homesick?"
Mu Zhao chuckled and shook his head, "No."
It's a developed country in the 21st century, but even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to go back. It would be better not to want to.
She said: "You go down there and call someone, and I will teach you how to fight the landlord."
Meng Feifan smiled and joked, "It's not a shame to be homesick. Brother Zhao, do you care about face so much?"
After saying that, run quickly.
Mu Zhao laughed and scolded, "Am I too good-tempered in front of you?"
After Meng Feifan went out for a while, he brought someone back.
Mu Zhao felt a familiar sense of oppression coming over him.
She didn't need to look up to know that this was Yun Wuluo.
But she still raised her head immediately.
After she realized what she had done, she immediately made an excuse for herself.
The monster Yun Wuluo's appearance would definitely be remembered the first time she saw him. She looked up because she thought he was being rash.
But what he saw when he looked up was a handsome young man.
This person's temperament and image are completely different from Yun Wuluo's.
His temperament is a bit similar to that of her elder brother. They are both noble and distant, and their faces are as gentle as jade.
He was looking down at the gaming table.
Mu Zhao: "?"
Did she feel wrong? Or was Yun Wuluo actually here too, but just hiding in the dark?
Before Mu Zhao could think about it, the young man raised his head and looked at Mu Zhao.
The moment Mu Zhao looked at him, he knew it was Yun Wuluo.
This guy changed his appearance, but can his temperament and image be changed?
It's really... nine thousand years old. This chapter has been completed!